Ricky's POV

Chris got back about 10 minutes ago, covered in blood. He didn't respond when I asked what happened. He just walked in the bathroom and turned the shower on.

I followed after him, sitting down on the counter as I watched him get in the shower. "Chris, what happened?"

"I'll tell you later."

I sighed. "What did you do? That's not your blood is it?"

I jumped down and picked up the clothes he dropped on the floor. It couldn't be his blood. There was too much.

I pulled his phone and keys out of his pocket, along with a second phone I'd never seen before. I tossed the clothes in the laundry basket and sat back on the counter with the other phone.

I unlocked it and the only thing open was the text message app. The name at the top read "daddy". Who's phone even is this?

The last thing sent was a video. I clicked on it and the video began to play.

There was a girl, maybe like 20, sitting on the floor. She was crying. Chris came in to view a moment later. I could only see his back but he had a gun in his hand. He threw the girl on the couch before walking around and grabbing her.

I stopped the video, having a fairly good idea of where this was going.

"Hey, Chris?"

"Mm?"

"Who's phone is this?" I asked, setting it on the counter.

He didn't respond.

"Chris, I saw the video. Who is that?" I asked, my voice quiet.

I don't want him to get upset. I don't know what's going through his head or who that is. There's gotta be a reason for it.

I mean, I don't know that he killed her for sure, but judging by the amount of blood on his clothes...

"His daughter." He whispered after a long silence.

"His daughter?" I echoed. "You killed his daughter?"

"Yes."

I bit my lip. I was hoping he would say he didn't kill her. I don't know why I thought he'd say something different. "Why?"

"He took someone from me— multiple people— so, I took someone from him."

I sighed. "You might've just made this whole thing worse."

I understand why he does what he does, I do, but it scares me. I know he wouldn't, but I worry he might snap and kill me. He's not as bad as people say, but I worry. He scares me sometimes.

"I know." He mumbled. "He's gonna come. I already spoke to him."

"What? Chris, we need to leave-"

"No!" He growled. "I'm done running from him. I don't fear him. Let him try to hurt anyone in this house, watch what happens."

"Chris, I...I don't know this man like you do, but he seems like someone worth fearing. I'm afraid of him. He killed Ryan. He almost killed you..."

"We'll be fine."

I sighed. "Whatever you say."

I went back in the bedroom.

I heard the shower turn off a few moments later. I watched him walk out of the bathroom in just a towel. He came over by me and sat on the edge of the bed.

He didn't say anything as he reached over. He pushed my hair out if my face and brushed his thumb over my cheek. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.

"We'll be okay. I won't let anything happen. I promise."

He placed a hand on my side, kissing me again.

"I'm sorry about how everything has been. I'm trying to protect all of us, and I feel like it's just not working." He told me. "I let my anger get the best of me tonight and I fucked up. I shouldn't have done that. I just put all of us in danger."

I didn't say anything for a moment. "Did you see Kuza?"

He nodded.

"How is he?"

"The same."

I sighed. "I wish he'd get better. I miss him."

All of a sudden, a loud bang rang through the house followed by some yelling. We both jumped up.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked, looking around.

I looked out the window. I didn't see anything.

"Fuck." He handed me a gun. "Go hide in the closet until I come for you. I don't know what that was."

"I don't wanna hide."

He grabbed my arms and looked into my eyes. "Please, Ricky. I don't know what that was and if anyone is here or if anything is happening, I don't want you to get hurt."

I sighed. "Fine."

He kissed me.

I watched as he pulled on a pair of pants and left the room. I walked over to the closet and closed myself inside. I sat down in the corner, holding the gun. I watched the door, waiting to see if anything happened.

I heard multiple gunshots go off. There was yelling and banging.

I swallowed hard. Where was Chris? He said we'd be fine. He said nothing would happen.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, trying to see if maybe Chris had said anything.

"I know you're in here!" I heard someone call. "Come on out, you little whore!"

I froze.

"Christopher is gone. He's not going to save you."

I pointed the gun at the door. My hands were shaking.

"Either you come out now and make things easy, or I tear this room apart until I find you and make you regret being born."

I heard footsteps. He walked past the closet. I tried to steady my breathing. I have to stay quiet.

"You can't hide forever."

I heard him knock something over.

"If you don't come out, I'll kill you."

I know he'll kill me either way.

If I go out, I might survive. If I stay here and make him angrier, he'll definitely kill me.

I stood from my spot on the floor.

I heard his footsteps pass by again.

It was silent for a moment.

I watched the door.

Did he leave?

The door was thrown open. Without a second thought, I raised the gun. I shut my eyes and pulled the trigger.

The bang echoed through the room. My ears were ringing.

"Missed me." He growled.

I tried to move away but he grabbed my arm. He dragged me out of the closet and ripped the gun from my hands.

I screamed and tried to shove him away but he pinned me to the wall.

"You're cute. I see why he keeps you around."

"Fuck you."

He laughed, bringing his gun up to my head.

"He was so worried about you when I killed him..." The man spoke. "He begged me not to hurt you."

"No. He's not dead."

"Oh he is. I shot him." He tapped the gun on my head. "Right here."

"No!"

"Oh yeah. He was on his knees begging, just like he used to do. I almost felt bad."

He threw me down on the bed.

Chris can't be gone.

"Please...I have nothing to do with this. I'm a fucking prostitute for fucks sake. I shouldn't be here. I'm not part of this. I don't even know you. I don't wanna die. Please."

"Aw, you're scared?"

I nodded.

He grabbed me by my hair and leaned down by my ear. "Fine. I'll let you live. But I need you to do one thing for me, little one."

"W-what? Anything..."

"I lied to you. He isn't dead. He's currently being taken somewhere that no one will ever find him." He told me, moving the gun away from my head. "You're going to come with me. I'm going to use you to get into his head. Once I'm through, I'll allow you to go back to your sad little life."

I let out a shaky breath. I don't wanna die. I may not live the best life, but I don't wanna die. If this is what I have to do, I'll do it. I shouldn't have even gotten involved in the first place.

I feel bad about helping this man fuck with Chris, but my entire life, I've fucked over who ever I had to in order to keep myself alive. I'm not gonna stop now. I need to put myself first.

I nodded slowly. "F-fine. I'll do it."

"That's what I thought."

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sorry this took so long lmfao
i also feel like this moved really fast

~xxLux